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❝ It hurts until it doesn’t. YOU think its going to break you but it won't. You may not sleep well at night but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same ❞
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Apparently Starbucks is now rewarding my spending with offers like “free coffee for you and a friend” so here you go” Sam said handing the blonde a large cup. “I can now justify my dangerously excessive addiction to caffeine if its benefiting others right?”
Sloan
❝ Do you ever crack a smile on that pretty face of yours Monroe? —– I mean for anything besides baked goods? — I mean don’t get me wrong I like a slice of poundcake as much as any one — do you like poundcake? — I kinda get that vibe — ❞ he smirked at Sam grabbing his coffee from the coffee cart.
“I don’t know what are you talking about Sloan? My face is a permanent grin it just gets a little bit brighter when sweet treats are involved is all. Poundcake in particular does make my smile, but I’m open to trying most pastries”
Torres
Torres had one of those days where everything that could go wrong had; she slept through her alarm, then her car wouldn't start – her own damn fault for still driving that damn T-bird, but she loved the damn thing like it was a family member and now just to top it off she had grabbed the wrong patient chart from the nurses station, she discovered once back at her desk and instead of her 25 year old sport injury bi-lateral knee replacement patient she had a 56 year old with atherosclerosis. “Dammit –” she muttered hauling herself up from her chair, checking the name on the file a small smile formed on her lips, at least it wasn’t some asshole surgeon that was going to kick up holy hell for Torres taking their chart; no – it was Sam. Heading down the corridor she made her way to cardio to return the patient file.
Spotting Sam at the nurses station she headed over file in hand, “Monroe –just who I was looking for, I think I have something of yours –” she smiled, holding up the chart, “I swear I wasn’t taking this just as an excuse to see your pretty face –” she smirked, holding out the file for the younger brunette. “Mr Romanov is not my bi-lateral knee replacement patient – that could have been one serious mix up.” Torres laughed.
Sam was at the nursing station pretending to be interested in one scrub nurses story about gardening at the weekend. She wasn't even sure how she ended up in this conversation. It felt like she had been stood here for at least 30 minutes, but she just didn't have the heart to cut the older woman off. She had been very sweet when Sam first arrived and nearly everyone wrongly assumed she was a grumpy and incompetent. Therefore she would listen to talk about tulips for as long as necessary even if she was struggling not to yawn in the other woman’s face.
Hearing her name she mutterd an apology and tried hide the fact she was practically beaming at being able to escape the conversation. Turning towards the voice she tutted playfully taking the file from the other woman. “A chart? Seriously Torres don’t lead with I have something for you and hand over a chart. That’s just giving a girl false hope. I had hoped for oh I dunno a cake maybe?”
“Oh give over, I bet you say that to all the fellows you steal charts from” Sam smirked, making light of the compliment in her typical fashion. “Its an easy mistake after all Mr Romonov is my Transmyocardial Laser Revascularization and that is so similar to bi-lateral knee replacement” Sam teased. “So I’ve not seen you around much? Where have you been hiding?” she asked hoping to play out the conversation with the older woman a little longer.
ᴍʏ ᴘᴀsᴛ ɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ
When the darkness creeps in, I feel my nightmares watching me || Samzona
There were a few things about Arizona Robbins no one knew about, and for once no one actually included Calliope Torres. With their breakup over three years ago, Arizona had lost the one person she could tell everything —- As a matter of fact, she actually believed that she could still put some faith in her and open up about her problems, but she didn’t want to anymore. Of course she’d always love her in one way or another, but that didn’t mean she was still in love with her, it didn’t mean she still pictured a future with her; no matter how devastating this was. So currently, Arizona had no one. And she had a lot of problems. She couldn’t sleep anymore, she avoided it the best she could. Nightmares were a constant appearance every damn time she closed her eyes, and so Arizona burried herself in work, hoping that such an utter exhaustion would keep them away —- it didn’t help much. And so found herself in the darkest corners of her brain again, for more than an hour now. She was sleeping, of course, but she didn’t know she was sleeping. For her, everything was real. The sand surrounding her, the hotness on her face, the thirst, the screams. The smell of corpses took her breath away, made her stomach turn and her senses fuzzy. She just wanted to run, to escape, to never look back. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move, she had to watch everything, she had to – – ‘ Arizona– its me Sam– ’ Fragments of a voice reached her ears, but it seemed to be so far away, so unreal. She knew that voice, she knew the name —- But how could she be here? Arizona was miles away, there was a ocean between them. ‘ its just a nightmare ’ A nightmare it was, indeed. Sometimes she wondered if all the good she did here was enough to let her forget all the bad stuff; and in situations like these, Arizona realized that she’d never forget anything. Not even when she would be home again, she couldn’t forget death – – And there it was again, the pain inside of her, like a fire going through her body, caused by the knife in her back. ‘ Come on wake up now, you’re okay. ’ Eyes fluttered open, darkness surrounded her like an old friend and the silhouette bending above her almost made her scream. Almost. Because she recognized the person in a blink of a moment. ❛ ——- Sam. ❜
Sam hovered over the Arizona with a concerned look etched across her face. It wasn't until the other woman opened her eyes that she realised how awkward a situation this could now be. Moving her head back slightly to ut some distance between them she the blonde a small smile.
“Hey there, yes its me and no this face although pretty amazing isn't a dream” she chuckled trying to make light of the situation. Realizing that she stlll had her hand on Arizona’s she pulled back quickly but not before giving the other woman’s hand a light squeeze.
“So this can go three ways, if you want to talk about them, I’m here. If you don’t want to talk about them I’m here and if you don’t want to talk at all well I’m still here for when you do. I know you’ve got your squad, but just incase you want someone else because I’m a great listener due to having first hand experience in the night horror field and not talking about it either. Only the very best people have severe nightmare’s” Sam laughed lightly in the hopes of relaxing the other woman
When the darkness creeps in, I feel my nightmares watching me || Samzona
Sam had been insomniac for most of her life. it had only been in the past few years she had started to win her battles. Therefore her body’s willingness to sleep was still a novelty that she didn't want to pass up. Mustering the little energy she had left she opened an on call room door. This wasn't her usual place to get some rest at the hospital but that room seemed too far away. Sam had been awake for so long now she had lost count how many hours it had actually passed since she last closed her eyes.
Stepping inside it took a few seconds for her to snap out of her semi conscious state and notice that the room was already occupied. A figure was tossing and turning on the bottom bunk with the blanket pulled up over their head. Sam’s eyes widened what the hell was the person doing. Perplexed she inched a little closer, debating for a second on whether or not she should just turn around leave and find somewhere else to sleep. Slightly worried about what she would find underneath Sam snapped the cover down to find Arizona Robbins soaked in sweat and deep in the clutches of a nightmare.
Should she leaver her would the other woman be angry that Sam invaded her personal space like this. Taking a deep breathe she knelt down at the side of the bed. “Hey Arizona - your having a bad dream. Arizona-- its me Sam-- you’re okay, Whatever is happening its just a nightmare. Come on wake up now, you’re okay”
❛ Ah, baked goods. The only way to conquer my heart. – – No but seriously, that would be amazing. There’s only so much time I can live without sugar. ❜
I’m sure I could find others way -- what with being a cardio surgeon and all.
I usually start to flag about 11 so expect a visitor around then. I’m sure by the end of the week you’ll be regretting giving out the invitation.
dr-sam-monroe:
Oh wow, so a Taylor Swift fan and a Twilight fan, well don’t you just keep getting cuter by the day? So were you team Jacob or team Edward – – or lemme guess you only watched it for Kirsten, huh?
Personally – – I always preferred Edward, but no judging here. What other guilty pleasure you hiding Monroe – – you might as well put all your cards on the table I’l figure them out eventually anyway –
No can do, I would rather keep said cards close to my chest, I heard that giving your hand away well that’s dangerous and you know me– safety first and all that.
Plus everybody loves a little mystery right?
Oh I think he likes you, what’s not to like, you’re a sarcastic bitch who provides baked goods and cuddly monkeys, what more can you want in a Godmother – – I mean that’s if you think you’d be up for the title?
You are welcome, sharing is caring, right? Oh Trust me it’s labelled, Owen made that mistake in his coffee last week – – not pretty.
Are you serious? Of course I’m up for the title I would be honoured. Beyond honoured, I was happy with the auntie title but godmother-- You guys are my family you know that already so I’ll stop my emotional ramblings. Now hand me my godson I need a cuddle while I compose myself.
Wait Owen drank the breast milk! - Please tell me he’s not developed any weird fetish's, because I read somewhere that can happen.
Impossible standards, the world just isn’t ready for that –
Oh god that is disgusting – thanks for the offer but I think I’ll pass, the last time I wore anything with glitter in it I was in middle school – – but I think it might be just your colour, it would really bring out the casper in your complexion, tell me Monroe when was the last time you even saw the sun?
So glad you agree.
I’ll have you know I stepped out into the sunlight on my way here this morning but I quickly started to glisten and draw attention so crept swiftly black into the shadows. We cant have everyone finding out I’m a vampire can we?
❛ Oh god, no. Definitely not me. ——— You’re free to use the coffee machine in my office, though. I promise not to use your cup; I’ve got my own. ❜
“Invitation accepted, Thanks Dr Robbins you’re a saint. If your letting me use your machine then I’ll even bring you a mug, along with the obviously mandatory baked goods of course”
Now I’m not sure if you are hitting on me, badly or insulting me, Monroe – –
You can keep your germs to yourself, thanks – – ew glitter,seriously? what do you take me for? Who the hell wear glittery red lipstick, too work Unless you’re a drag queen there is just no excuse.
Now Torro we couldn't put humanity through you and I together. We both know that’s just to much hot bad ass-ness and taylor swift loving in one relationship. It would set impossible standards, downright cruel really.
Are you sure, because there’s quite a lot on this look-- you could use the print as tester just press your own lips against it. The colour is really quite something and don’t even get me started on the sparkle. Go on-- try it. [laughs]
❛ That’s not only unsanitary. ——— That’s extremely disgusting. ❜
Preach. I’m assuming your not the culprit then?
I’m starting to think I would be better off going to the coffee cart but either the queue is too long or the chick gets my order wrong. Which really shouldn’t happen as its not exactly complex. On second thought maybe that’s not so bad when compared with catching someone’s cold.
Oh it is, is it? I’m pretty sure more of your patients room up up on fourth – – y’know unless they have moved the whole cardio wing and I missed that. He does love his Auntie Sammy Bear – –could be all he presents you keep bringing him…
You brought me a brownie? now we’re talking, screw the socks – although they are pretty freaking cute on his teeny tiny feets. Just what you need after being latched onto the express pump like a cow for twenty minutes straight – – damn where did you get these? they are delicious these are not canteen grade baked goods for sure.
This little gingersnap would love me regardless I just want to secure my position as favorite early on is all.
What a lovely description Kit thank you for that glorious image. Speaking of your liquids though please make sure to clearly label them. I know we shre our food and drink but I draw a line.
Hey! I wear red lipstick! You calling me tacky? Be very careful how you answer that Monroe – –
Calm down Torres, I’m sure their are plenty of people in this hospital who want those lovely Latina lips all over their stuff.
I for one would just prefer to keep my drinking devices to myself - unless you want to share germs? Plus your off the hook anyway unless you’ve started to add a bit of glitter to your lip-wear recently?